SORRY!

 

 

I hadn't played SORRY!  for years.  But I saw the game on the wire shelf in the family room and asked Cooper if he wanted to play it this afternoon.

Of course he did.  His parents are BIG game players and he likes board games also.  I wasn't sure how intact the game would be because games in the family room seem to end up with missing components and I could see that happening with this one as well.

BUT....all of the pieces were in the box!  We moved to the dining room table, adjusted the table runner and lantern so that we could sit on one end, and checked out the board, the cards, and the pieces. As I read through the instructions to refresh my memory, Cooper was intrigued by the four playing pieces in four different colors and the configuration of the board.

Soon we were set up and ready to begin.

Slowly the game came back to me.  Sliding along the colored strips.  Going back four spaces.  Switching spots with another player.  Safe zones.  

Quickly Cooper caught on.  His strategy was a little different than mine.  I tried to get all of my tokens out of the starting spot quickly so there were many options for movement.  Cooper's style was to work with one at a time, move it as close as he could to the safe strip, then move another one out and work with it.

Round 1 - MAMAW!  It wasn't really close, but I maneuvered my tokens so that they were in line for the home stretch and then there was no stopping me.

 Cooper was ready for the second round.  At one point he had three tokens either in Home or in the safety strip while I had two that hadn't even been moved out of the start circle.

BUT...as often happens in the game, while one player is waiting for the EXACT number on the card so he can enter the HOME circle, the other player is picking up those high number cards...moving 11 spaces, or 10, and even 12.  

It came down to this.  Each of us had three tokens in the Home circle.  Each of us had the fourth in the safe strip.  Cooper was 1 space away from victory.  I was 2 spaces.  We each were drawing big numbers and couldn't move.  Then... the next card he drew was a.....1 ! ! !  

Oh my!  I lost.  He won.  And his arms shot into the air as he yelled "SORRY!!!!!"

 That's my boy!  

My plan was to play another game so we could determine who was really the winner of the day, a play off, if you will.  But he had other ideas.  He went downstairs to the family room to check on something...and he didn't return.  The end.

Another time, we will coerce Landon into playing with us, and maybe Tessaroo too.  Or maybe Papaw can join us.

I am hoping I have some SORRY! converts and that we can keep this vintage game intact.